Some days it feels like I am standing on the beach getting hit by wave after wave. This work is hard. The kids are hard, their pain is hard, the schedule is hard, the relationships are hard, this ministry is hard. And once again, a wave hits. Another couple I work with is moving on. It is for the best, it really is. BUT it is hard. I am left picking up the pieces of my kids. And it breaks my heart. So in the course of the past six months the entire staff in one house has completely changed- TWICE, and now the second house I work in will have a new couple coming in. The kids always ask the same question- "Are you leaving too, Miss Heidi?" And my response is the same, "one day, but not today." I dread the I too move on. And with each person coming and going in their lives it makes me dig my heels in and stick it out another day.
But, you know, in the midst of it all I am more sure than ever that I want to do this work. It is hard, it is painful, frustrating, and makes me want to run away some days, but these kids need someone to be fighting for them. They need someone loving them. And I am not the end, but I am the arms and feet of God who is loving them through me. Most days, it isn't me that is loving them (honestly, some days I don't even really like them!) BUT He does. And he knows exactly who they need and what they need.
Lord, these children are yours. Take care of them.
